The Runners - Hustlin lyrics

Yeah, now what it do you know it's Weezy F. the f**in boss Inside that Phantom b**h so big I prolly get lost How bout that exhaust, and my funky cold Modena I make that ho tip toe like a ballerina I'm the ~Miami fever~, in that ~Miami Heat~ I been in Miami water, I'm like a ~Florida Marlin~ But I come from New Orleans n***a we still strong And my money real long, real real real long And this my thirteenth year, b**h I'm still goin' So my money real long, real real real long n***a that steel on, red beam safety off Murder scene tape it off, red rum, tomato sauce n***as say they paper boys, but b**h I be wit caper boys I say we be burnin bodies, we dont be burnin cars And I got a b**h wit me, call her "Miss Without Drawers" When I'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdraws" If you want it I'mma bring it let Diana Ross sing it I'mma pull it I'mma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin' I be way in Opa-Locka wit that Rick Ross bangin' If you try me I reverse ya, now you Kris Kross swangin' yeah Whip soft top seats soft leather feet prop Heat co*ked, somethin on my neck look like a peaco*k You need not, talk that street hop to me Ak' cause we pop Like thousand dollar bottles of that Chris Rock b**h stop trippin' I been hot, when not I been threw away what they just got And n***as talk sh** but when I see em they lips lock b**h bop, know I got that ooo wop griplock, get shot b**h I bet I'm hustlin' when ya n***a not Bigger appetite, bigger pot, EAT Call it what you want, but baby just dont call the cops Let em chase that drop, I'mma chase that guap Yeah, race track jacket wit the race track loc's Yeah all black Maserati taste that smoke I'mma crack that egg open, beat that yolk Let it soak let it soak watch it come back bulk yeah Then I hit the streets up and talk that talk Let it float let it float, never come back broke, naw Run that sh**, I'm cash money's bread and bu*ter no sugar Bring me all the beef, I'm the motherf**in' pressure cooker Yeah, yeah, I could change the weather for ya Lose ya a**, the neighbors tell em that they never saw ya Close ya mouth it'd be better for ya All that snitchin like the cops got a medal for ya I'mma hustler, got work hoes and metal for ya When ya think ya ready I'll be ready for ya, b**h Yeah WEEZY Dedication 2